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The rumours were persistent; the split was on the cards
sad news to music lovers, despair for lonely hearts.
Fab Four disintegrated, a tragedy for some,
but fame by then was certain, a legend to become.

        My mates and fans forever declared fidelity
        and threw a crazy party...they called it Let It Be!

The sound reverberated; the place was dimly lit,
the atmosphere inviting; each song a Beatles’ hit.

We bumped into each other as we reached out for wine.
We clicked...tacit agreement, which suited us just fine.
I asked her name in passing, not wanting to intrude,
She laughed and coyly told me, “Hey, babe, just call me Jude.”

We merged with rhythmic music; unnoticed time went by.
Our drinks were spiked, and goodness, that sent us really high!

We danced till early morning, and that’s when I passed out
I came to on a sofa to beat of Twist and Shout.

Two drowsy days then followed, as well as restless nights;
with blurry eyes all heavy, could not withstand the lights.
I often think and wonder ‘bout Jude my stranger-friend
who whispered with insistence: ‘I wanna hold your hand’.

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Contest: Rock ‘n Roll Rhyme Fest
Sponsor: Phillip Garcia
© 8th September 2016

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